A/N: Just an idea… (Wana know the year? 1882) This will have Buffy in it, I
swear. Just wait.
The day was bright and sunny, and Rachel stood in the middle of the entire bustle and excitement of the fair. Her cheeks were brushed a light red, her blue eyes shined with excitement. Her brown hair shone with the light the sun was casting on it, and it almost hid the small scar shaped like a crescent moon that stretched a small bit off the corner of her eye to the beginning of her cheek. She had twenty cents to spend at the fair. The booths were ten cents each, and she wasn't sure which ones to go to.
Rachel was the only one, it seemed, that was standing still in the fair. Everyone else was moving around at top speed, hurrying and moving trying to get everything done. She was just waiting for her friends to meet her by the main event. They did that every year, since she could go to the fair alone. She was the first on here this year, however. Roni would be second, she betted, and then Collin. Then, and last and late, would be her sweetest friend, Letitia. Roni was a small girl with black hair and a sticky sweet smile Collin was her cousin. He was cute enough, and Rachel would have bet her life Letitia had a small crush on him. The four of them had been friends for almost seven years. Ever since her older brother had played that bloody Mary joke on her. She smiled, remembering it. It was one of her best memories of her brother. Her brother.
His name was Daniel. Or, he went by Daniel. She never called him by his real name. He was ten years older then her, but he had never treated her like a little kid. Well, much. At the end, things had gotten a little bumpy, but she didn't want to think of why.
Soon all of her friends arrived, and they went looking for the new booths. Rachel spent ten cents at the dunking booth, so she only had enough for one more. It was Collin who spotted it. The sign read:
Mr. Reb:
For ten cents,
I will tell you
your future.
"Oh," Letitia said, "Lets go!"
Roni smiled, "Sure."
Rachel was skeptic, "You can go. I'll wait."
Collin shrugged, "Okay." And the three of them went over. Then they came back.
"Come on Rachel!" Letitia begged, "Please!"
"You have to come!" Collin looked at her.
Roni chimed in, "Or we'll tell people about… about," she struggled for the word.
"Mr. Moop!" Letitia squealed.
"Who's Mr. Moop?" Rachel asked.
"That's not the point. We'll tell people about him if you don't come." Letitia smiled.
Rachel laughed, "Fine."
They sat in a small bench next to a table. A man was at the other end. He looked up at them when they came in.
"Hello, Letitia." He greeted her, "Rachel, Collin, Roni." They looked shocked that he knew their names.
"Can you come in, one at a time?" he asked.
"Sure." Rachel said, and left the tent with Collin and Roni.
She waited till Letitia and Collin had gone. They both came out looking dazed and didn't talk much after. Finally she went in. She was slightly anxious. He could see her future he could see her past, and in her past, there were secrets se wanted to keep hidden forever.
"Don't worry," he said softly, seeing her anxiety.
She smiled slightly.
His eyes traveled over her face, settling on the scar of the crescent moon.
"That mark," he whispered, "was given to you out of hate, but love will come of it" he frowned, "You play a part in what is to come, dear, I see that clearly. You have an important role left. But it is very far in the future. You shall meet up with your brother—"
She interrupted, "My brothers dead."
He locked his eyes on her clear blue ones, "Yes. But have you ever seen proof that he is still alive?"
She closed her eyes, breaking his glaze, and remembered.
"You, your brother, and a man you have seen before, and a few others play a very important part in what is still to come."
She looked confused.
"Rachel," he said, "Your live has been prophesized about. You, your brother, your mother—"
She laughed shakily, "Is my mother alive too?"
The man shook his head, "Listen. Your future is clouded in fog, I have only seen a little. What you are," she bit her lip at these words, "Your brother," she looked away, "A man you will faintly remember and a group you will meet play a part in the far future. The only image I've seen in you and your brother—"
"Call him Daniel." She interrupted.
"Daniel. You, Daniel and a man I do not know the identity of. You and your brother have a hand clasped together, and you are cutting one of the man's hands across his palm, Daniel does the same. The man, in return, cuts your and Daniel's palms. You clasp hands, and mix blood."
Rachel turned white, remembering her brother's words in the club he had shared with his little sister.
*
"In this club, we are one. We share blood. To get in, you mix blood with a member."
"So, you prick your finger?" Little Rachel said, eager to absorb her brothers speech.
He looked at her, "That's for nancy little girls." He took out a knife. "You cut there palm, and they cut yours."
She looked timid.
He was growing impatient, "As the second member of the S.O.F. You will have to mix blood with me. Extend your hand."
She remembered him cutting her hand, and she did the same to him. The y had clasped their hands together, and the blood mixed.
*
"What do you mean far future?" she asked.
"All I know is not soon."
She put her dime on the table, but the man didn't even look at it.
"I'm going now."
He nodded, "Good luck." He whispered softly. He didn't know much, put the road ahead of the poor girl was not easy.
Rachel came home, and the first thing she noticed was that her father was not home. She sighed gently, and guessed that he was out, again, drinking. Her finger traced her scar as she went upstairs to see if the twins were home alone. They were, but fast asleep. She smiled slightly, and went downstairs. She picked up a old, worn copy of one of her books, one that she wasn't allowed to read, and sat down with it. She was so absorbed, she didn't notice her dad had came home till his slurred, drunken voice said,
"What the hell are you reading?"
She glanced up, and saw him. He normally let her read anything she wanted, but now, she realized he just wanted an excuse to hit her. She had done something wrong.
"A book." The words were out of her mouth before she could even think. Uh- oh. Sarcasm. Not a good idea.
He slapped her.
"I asked the title of the book."
She bit her lip, and told him.
"Why were you reading that?" his voice held a little bit of pleasure, and she knew he would get pleasure out of beating her up like he did every other time. He wasn't drunk enough to get out of control yet, but she knew she would have marks for a week or two. She squeezed her eyes shut, and besides evading a blow, did not fight back against her father. She had seen Daniel doing it like this years ago. He had told her if he fought it would take longer and hurt more. He was always the one dad beat up before he died. He would try his best to keep her mom, or herself form getting hurt. There was only a few times he was not there. Now she was the one who got beat up. Lost in the black world of pain, she thought about the twins, at least they were safe. Her father probably wouldn't hurt the babies, though. She licked the blood off her bottom lip, and became aware that her father was yelling something.
"… This is what you do when I'm not home! Why don't you try a night on the street and see how you like living out there!" He grabbed her, and shoved her outside. She fell on the gritty, dirty road sideways, and grabbed the rocks with her hands, to hold on to something. She opened her eyes, and blinked as they adjusted to the night. She lay on the ground for a little longer, her hands holding on to the rocks, them jutting into her palms, pressing in and cutting. She was dimly aware that they were cutting, and everything was going black. It wasn't like fainting, though. It was like falling. She was falling. She squeezed her eyes shut, and made her mind go blank. When the blackness stopped, she felt something wet under her hands. When she opened her eyes, she was in a very different place.
The day was bright and sunny, and Rachel stood in the middle of the entire bustle and excitement of the fair. Her cheeks were brushed a light red, her blue eyes shined with excitement. Her brown hair shone with the light the sun was casting on it, and it almost hid the small scar shaped like a crescent moon that stretched a small bit off the corner of her eye to the beginning of her cheek. She had twenty cents to spend at the fair. The booths were ten cents each, and she wasn't sure which ones to go to.
Rachel was the only one, it seemed, that was standing still in the fair. Everyone else was moving around at top speed, hurrying and moving trying to get everything done. She was just waiting for her friends to meet her by the main event. They did that every year, since she could go to the fair alone. She was the first on here this year, however. Roni would be second, she betted, and then Collin. Then, and last and late, would be her sweetest friend, Letitia. Roni was a small girl with black hair and a sticky sweet smile Collin was her cousin. He was cute enough, and Rachel would have bet her life Letitia had a small crush on him. The four of them had been friends for almost seven years. Ever since her older brother had played that bloody Mary joke on her. She smiled, remembering it. It was one of her best memories of her brother. Her brother.
His name was Daniel. Or, he went by Daniel. She never called him by his real name. He was ten years older then her, but he had never treated her like a little kid. Well, much. At the end, things had gotten a little bumpy, but she didn't want to think of why.
Soon all of her friends arrived, and they went looking for the new booths. Rachel spent ten cents at the dunking booth, so she only had enough for one more. It was Collin who spotted it. The sign read:
Mr. Reb:
For ten cents,
I will tell you
your future.
"Oh," Letitia said, "Lets go!"
Roni smiled, "Sure."
Rachel was skeptic, "You can go. I'll wait."
Collin shrugged, "Okay." And the three of them went over. Then they came back.
"Come on Rachel!" Letitia begged, "Please!"
"You have to come!" Collin looked at her.
Roni chimed in, "Or we'll tell people about… about," she struggled for the word.
"Mr. Moop!" Letitia squealed.
"Who's Mr. Moop?" Rachel asked.
"That's not the point. We'll tell people about him if you don't come." Letitia smiled.
Rachel laughed, "Fine."
They sat in a small bench next to a table. A man was at the other end. He looked up at them when they came in.
"Hello, Letitia." He greeted her, "Rachel, Collin, Roni." They looked shocked that he knew their names.
"Can you come in, one at a time?" he asked.
"Sure." Rachel said, and left the tent with Collin and Roni.
She waited till Letitia and Collin had gone. They both came out looking dazed and didn't talk much after. Finally she went in. She was slightly anxious. He could see her future he could see her past, and in her past, there were secrets se wanted to keep hidden forever.
"Don't worry," he said softly, seeing her anxiety.
She smiled slightly.
His eyes traveled over her face, settling on the scar of the crescent moon.
"That mark," he whispered, "was given to you out of hate, but love will come of it" he frowned, "You play a part in what is to come, dear, I see that clearly. You have an important role left. But it is very far in the future. You shall meet up with your brother—"
She interrupted, "My brothers dead."
He locked his eyes on her clear blue ones, "Yes. But have you ever seen proof that he is still alive?"
She closed her eyes, breaking his glaze, and remembered.
"You, your brother, and a man you have seen before, and a few others play a very important part in what is still to come."
She looked confused.
"Rachel," he said, "Your live has been prophesized about. You, your brother, your mother—"
She laughed shakily, "Is my mother alive too?"
The man shook his head, "Listen. Your future is clouded in fog, I have only seen a little. What you are," she bit her lip at these words, "Your brother," she looked away, "A man you will faintly remember and a group you will meet play a part in the far future. The only image I've seen in you and your brother—"
"Call him Daniel." She interrupted.
"Daniel. You, Daniel and a man I do not know the identity of. You and your brother have a hand clasped together, and you are cutting one of the man's hands across his palm, Daniel does the same. The man, in return, cuts your and Daniel's palms. You clasp hands, and mix blood."
Rachel turned white, remembering her brother's words in the club he had shared with his little sister.
*
"In this club, we are one. We share blood. To get in, you mix blood with a member."
"So, you prick your finger?" Little Rachel said, eager to absorb her brothers speech.
He looked at her, "That's for nancy little girls." He took out a knife. "You cut there palm, and they cut yours."
She looked timid.
He was growing impatient, "As the second member of the S.O.F. You will have to mix blood with me. Extend your hand."
She remembered him cutting her hand, and she did the same to him. The y had clasped their hands together, and the blood mixed.
*
"What do you mean far future?" she asked.
"All I know is not soon."
She put her dime on the table, but the man didn't even look at it.
"I'm going now."
He nodded, "Good luck." He whispered softly. He didn't know much, put the road ahead of the poor girl was not easy.
Rachel came home, and the first thing she noticed was that her father was not home. She sighed gently, and guessed that he was out, again, drinking. Her finger traced her scar as she went upstairs to see if the twins were home alone. They were, but fast asleep. She smiled slightly, and went downstairs. She picked up a old, worn copy of one of her books, one that she wasn't allowed to read, and sat down with it. She was so absorbed, she didn't notice her dad had came home till his slurred, drunken voice said,
"What the hell are you reading?"
She glanced up, and saw him. He normally let her read anything she wanted, but now, she realized he just wanted an excuse to hit her. She had done something wrong.
"A book." The words were out of her mouth before she could even think. Uh- oh. Sarcasm. Not a good idea.
He slapped her.
"I asked the title of the book."
She bit her lip, and told him.
"Why were you reading that?" his voice held a little bit of pleasure, and she knew he would get pleasure out of beating her up like he did every other time. He wasn't drunk enough to get out of control yet, but she knew she would have marks for a week or two. She squeezed her eyes shut, and besides evading a blow, did not fight back against her father. She had seen Daniel doing it like this years ago. He had told her if he fought it would take longer and hurt more. He was always the one dad beat up before he died. He would try his best to keep her mom, or herself form getting hurt. There was only a few times he was not there. Now she was the one who got beat up. Lost in the black world of pain, she thought about the twins, at least they were safe. Her father probably wouldn't hurt the babies, though. She licked the blood off her bottom lip, and became aware that her father was yelling something.
"… This is what you do when I'm not home! Why don't you try a night on the street and see how you like living out there!" He grabbed her, and shoved her outside. She fell on the gritty, dirty road sideways, and grabbed the rocks with her hands, to hold on to something. She opened her eyes, and blinked as they adjusted to the night. She lay on the ground for a little longer, her hands holding on to the rocks, them jutting into her palms, pressing in and cutting. She was dimly aware that they were cutting, and everything was going black. It wasn't like fainting, though. It was like falling. She was falling. She squeezed her eyes shut, and made her mind go blank. When the blackness stopped, she felt something wet under her hands. When she opened her eyes, she was in a very different place.